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 ï>¿The Awakening Of Angie by Fantasyballer

   The Awakening Of Angie Ch.  07

   'Delicious' by Angie.

   After Ted's hiring me at Delicious, the underground sex club, I came
back the following week hoping things would go well my first night.  I knew
eventually I'd get plenty of attention working the floor, cruising the club
for interested parties.  You could approach me if you wanted or I might
approach you if the feeling was right.

   Within my first five minutes I was flagged down by a portly, slightly
disheveled suit guy whose eyes had been on me since I walked out.  New
girl. Hot.  Get her before she's in demand.

   "Hey, beautiful!" he yelled, leaving me no chance to play the 'sorry,
didn't hear you' card.  He obviously didn't dress to impress, a direct
contradiction to the general clientele.

   I sat next to him, "Hi, big fella.  So what can I do to brighten your
day?

   "Just letting me look at you should do wonders.  You're so fucking sexy
I just knew I had to have you." Gathering his manners, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm
Hal."

   "Hi, Hal, I'm Jazmine." In an effort to close the deal on my first
client I put my hand on his thigh and said, "What's your pleasure?"

   "I don't have a lot of time.  Suck my dick and don't forget to lick my
balls."

   "Love to." Standing up, I said, "Shall we?"

   The back rooms were laid out like a labyrinth, no two spaces alike
although there were some special activity rooms if certain apparatuses were
needed.  Also, there were either open doorways or windows to allow other
patrons to roam and watch.  The girls told me that people would sometimes
wander around watching others just to get themselves aroused.

   After finding a room I wasted no time in unzipping his fly and finding
his dick, hidden under his fat roll.  My lips did their magic and I had him
moaning like a beached whale.  I licked his balls, my tongue traveling up
his shaft and taking it as far back down as possible.  He had little
staying power and surprised me by dropping his load so quickly in my mouth.
Gagging a bit I swallowed as much as I could.

   "Oh, baby, that was great.  Love a pretty girl sucking my cock.  That's
why we look the other way.  Thanks, Jazmine." Then he simply left without
paying me.  I didn't know what to do, tackle him, yell at him?  So I found
one of the other girls to ask what to do.  There had to be some protocol.

   A girl named Shelly told me he was a city planner and any city official
didn't pay in exchange for the club to continue operating.  She said he
came in a lot for blowjobs and the idea was to avoid these guys when
possible.  "That's why Ted didn't warn you.  Somebody has to service these
guys so we all regretfully have to take turns.  That was yours."

   "So I'm just out the cash?" I complained to no one who cared.

   "Yup," she said, heading back into the fray.

   ***

   Having learned a lesson I looked forward to a better night and,
thankfully, found it in a couple of good looking guys, Rick and Randy,
twins out for a night of identical fun.  "Hi, I'm Jazmine, like some
company?"

   "Yes, yes, sweetheart, sit down, please," said either Rick or Randy, I
couldn't tell even after a careful introduction.

   "What are you two handsome boys looking for tonight?"

   One of them said, "We're looking for a gorgeous girl like you to fuck
both of us.  I think that you on a spit roast between us should make
everyone happy.  Would it be necessary to point out we'll pay double?"

   "How long do you boys think you'd need to take advantage of a working
girl?" I said with extra sexy.

   The other one said, "No more than a half hour although looking at you we
might have to kick it into overtime."

   "Thank you.  Flattery will get you all the pussy you can handle."

   That last line got them up out of their chairs and off to the races.  We
found a room and the three of us were naked in record time.  "How will I
tell you apart?" I asked coquettishly, "You know, just in cast I need
somebody to fuck me harder."

   "Oh shit," they answered in unison.  Then one pointed out that Rick had
a tattoo on his left shoulder.  As they stood there, Rick reached in and
kissed me, his tongue soft against mine.  Randy had walked around behind
me, knelt down and buried his face in my ass, teasing my pussy and rimming
my asshole.  Together they had started the release of my juices and as soon
as Randy tasted my 'ready' he stood up and unceremoniously shoved his cock
in my waiting cunt.  "Mmmmm, it fits perfectly," I said, letting Rick guide
my mouth to his throbbing shaft.

   Their cocks, long and meaty, were as identical as their faces.  They
were a lot to handle in a spit roast but the fun of twins using my body
made me vibrate and cum the first time.  I momentarily took Rick's dick out
of my mouth to say.  "Oh...unnn...pump me, Randy...I'm cumming, baby,"

   and just as I peaked Rick held my hair and rammed his cock back down my
throat and I came at the same time.  "Uuuggggggggkkkkkkk"

   They traded places and then Rick had his go at my receptive pussy.  "Oh,
Jazmine, your pussy is so tight.  Mmmm baby." He moved fast and hard,
making it a challenge keeping his brother in my mouth.

   After a bit we changed position again and Randy had me ride him as he
sat on the end of the bed.  I thought Rick was just enjoying the view until
the cold lube hit my anus and he pushed his big dick up my ass.  I moaned
when he entered and he put one foot on the bed for leverage.

   I'd never been double penetrated by twins so that could be scratched off
the bucket list.  They moved like a machine.  Randy finally said to me,
"We're cumming, where do you want it?"

   "On my tits, boys."

   They pulled out, pushed me back on the bed and got on their knees on
either side and jacked off in tandem until their considerable cum covered
my tits.

   Outside the room one of the voyeurs watching through the window quite
audibly came at the same time.

   Rick handed me one of the supplied towels for cleaning up and after
getting dressed we went back to their table and we settled up.  They gave
me more than I expected for the act and then overtipped me.  As they stood
up I hugged and kissed both of them.

   It was then, looking over Randy's shoulder, that I first saw David
sitting far in the back, obviously scouting me.  I suddenly felt awkward
but kept smiling and saying goodbye to the twins.

   Why was David here?  To punish himself?  To punish me?  Then I thought,
as a voyeur he could watch me have sex with other men all night.  Maybe he
already watched us.  My choices were to ignore him or stop by his table but
to avoid a potential scene I chose to ignore.  That is until Ashley sat
down next to him which was harder to ignore.  She was on the make and very
easy on the eyes, making me wonder if he'd go for it.

   I was pissed that he was stalking me but what could I do?  He could come
in here and fuck all the girls if he wanted and there's nothing I could do
about it.  But this move was to disrupt my brain.  Should I go to his
office wearing something revealing and distract his co-workers?

   Ashley moved on, so fuck it, I went over to his table.  "Why are you
here?"

   "Can't I be here?"

   "You can but why are you?!"

   "Did those twins fuck you good?"

   "David, why are you here?"

   After a pause for reflection he said, "I'm trying to figure out how to
fit myself into your new life.  I didn't know what else to do.  Maybe
sitting home imagining you fucking random guys is worse than being here.  I
don't know yet.  I'm just trying to connect with the idea of my wife being
a sex worker.  I feel totally clumsy with the whole thing."

   "I know," feeling sympathy for him, "and I'm no help because I'm not
sure what I'm doing yet.  I'm just doing because my body tells me to.  I'm
sorry, I've been little help.  Look, we can work on this later.  For now,
do yourself a favor, since you're already here, you should fuck Ashley. 
She's gorgeous."

   I didn't really want to say that but I was trying to be charitable in
light of what I was doing.  "How about I send her back?"

   "How about I fuck Jazmine?"

   "She's busy but I would suggest Ashley.

   "Sure," he said flatly, "I'm trying."

   I laughed.  "Since I have one, how about we give you a stage name too?
Phillip is nice but I don't like Phil.  Oh, how about, Angel?  Good
stripper name!"

   He chuckled, "Okay, Angel it is."

   I kissed him and went to get Ashley if she was available.  Finding her
just leaving another table I said, "The guy you were talking to over there?
(I pointed) That's my husband.  Do me a favor and go fuck him silly.  He's
ready"

   Laughing, she said, "Really?" and went for it.  Calling back to me, "By
the way, no stage show tonight so you're off the hook."

   I'd forgotten about the live sex show that Ted told me about.  It was
once every night and it was on a rotational basis.  I was the new girl so I
would have been getting fucked on stage with David here.  I dodged one.

   ***

   I looked for another client.  I should say I looked for the most
attractive guy in the room and, as it turned out, he was already scoping me
out.

   I walked over to him as he surveyed my real estate with that hungry look
in his eyes.  "You look interested," I said with every sexy bone in my
body.

   "Very," his voice soft and low but trying to be funny.  "Can I ply you
with liquor, er, I mean can I buy you a drink?"

   "Yes, to the drink and no, you don't need to ply me with anything.  I'm
yours for the asking."

   "Wow, you make life, and especially sex, seem so easy"

   "When you break it down it is easy.  What did you think about when you
saw me?"

   "I thought, 'I would give anything to sink my cock into that piece of
walking art'."

   "Uh-oh, you're making me a little wet with talk like that."

   Our verbal dance was making me so out of my scull horny I'm surprised we
made it to the back room.  We took off our clothes with the urgency of a
couple of teenagers and his cock was fully operational right out of his
underwear.

   As it sprung up I pounced like a cat, sucking and slurping his handsome
member.  He kept repeating under his breath, "Oh, fuck me, fuck me." I deep
throated him until he couldn't wait any longer.

   With his hands around my neck he flipped me on my back and anxiously
slammed his fiery iron into my hot box, driving it while we looked into
each other's eyes.  "God, you're beautiful," was all he could say.  I
finally let his body wash over mine and I erupted in orgasm,...Oh...fuck
me...harder baby...Ohhhhhhh"

   Within seconds he pulled out his dick and the cum jumped up, hitting my
stomach, my tits, all the way to my lips.  "Uhhhhhhhhh," he moaned with the
intensity of the orgasm.

   Then the weight of his body rested on mine.  "Oh, my god, Jazmine, I'm
in heaven."

   I stroked his hair and he kept kissing me over and over.  It was
overwhelming.  He paid me and then some but we had a hard time parting.  He
would come for me again.

   I went back to the dressing room to pull things together and reapply my
light makeup.  The girls didn't wear that much makeup to begin with because
it was best not to leave tell tale signs on a married client.

   It was then that I realized we'd never introduced ourselves.  However, I
doubt that I'd forget him.

   ***

   The girls let me know lots of couples came to these clubs looking for
any number of ways to spice up their sex lives so these were good bets for
a three-way or voyeur scenario.  I had my eyes on a couple sitting in the
corner, almost invisible, like they were too shy to do anything.  I was
just about to go over to them when the woman got up and came over to me.

   By the way, club girls were identifiable by low cut, short red skin
tight dresses with the Delicious logo (red lips with tongue touching upper
lip) over the left breast, a silver necklace, again with the logo and 5
inch red pumps.  Underwear was the prerogative of each individual.  The
girls were so hot I'm surprised we didn't set off the fire alarm.

   "Excuse me," she said, "but are you available?  My husband and I have
never been here before but we've been looking at you for awhile and want to
know if you'd join us for drinks." Obviously, they weren't shy but
carefully sizing up who they wanted.

   She was about 40, very striking with dark red hair and he was good
looking and around the same age or slightly older.  This seemed like a
reasonable bet so I said, "Of course" and followed her over to the table
where we introduced ourselves and ordered a bottle of champagne.

   Her name was Abby and his was Steve.  "So, Jazmine," said Abby, "I'll
just cut to the chase.  For a woman I have kind of an odd fetish but it's
one that my husband absolutely loves.  I get off watching my husband have
sex with other women and, of course, Steve is in fuck heaven.  I never have
to worry about him cheating on me because I keep his horny little cock
satisfied.  We started out picking up girls at bars but that had a limited
success rate so we decided to go to the professionals.  I like it, he likes
it and most times the girls like it."

   "Sounds like something I'd be into," I said.

   "Great, because Steve has done nothing but talk about you since we
walked in.  He begged me to ask you before losing you to someone else.  We
don't know the particulars but we figured you'd take care of that.  Also,
we know there's an extra charge for your services but we don't care how
much it is."

   "We can take care of that later," I said.  "So what kinds of things do
you like, Steve?  What would you like to see on the menu?"

   "For me, anything goes," he said, "but the one thing that makes it work
is constant dirty talk.  I love the dirty talk and lots of it."

   "Okay," I said, "and how about you, Abby, any specifics that you'd like
to put in the mix?"

   "Just one small thing...when you're finished servicing him I'd like you
to eat my pussy to climax.  I'll be masturbating while you two are doing it
but I like to look forward to my own happy ending."

   "I would love to," I said, "I just want to make sure that both of you
are happy when you leave here.  If you're ready, let's go find an
unoccupied space."

   After scanning the options I saw the perfect spot, a bed with an
overstuffed leather chair for Abby adjacent to it.

   She sat in the chair and added, "Oh, and he likes the girl to take his
clothes off if you don't mind."

   "Not at all," and this was for Steve, "If he's going to get a fuck-me
gift I'd love to unwrap it for him."

   Steve sat on the edge of the bed facing Abby and I stood in front of
him, squatting down to unbutton his shirt and once that was done I ran my
hand over his chest, "Mmmmm," I undid his pants, discarded his underwear
and went about stripping for him.  I felt Abby unzip my dress and caress my
ass as the dress came off.  Standing in front of him now in my bra, panties
and fuck-me pumps he just looked up and smiled as I smiled back and said,
"Do you like?" Nodding was all that he could come up with.  Then he took my
panties to the floor and on the way stopped to put his tongue to my clit. I
gently sighed and stepped out of them.  Abby removed my bra, again taking
time to feel me up.  They didn't ask me to remove my shoes so I assumed
they wanted them left on.  And why not?  They were very sexy heels with a
wide strap at the ankle.

   I saw out of my peripheral Abby lifting up her dress and fingering
herself as I knelt down to suck Steve's cock.  I massaged it softly and
sensually as his head went back and I heard a little moan from Abby.  At
intervals I took him as deeply as I could go and other times just flicked
my tongue on the tip.  "I can't wait until you bury this dick in my lovely
wet hole." He was so turned on by my dirty talk that when I didn't have my
mouth full of him I kept it coming.

   "Eat her pussy, Steven, be a gentleman," she urged him as we traded
places and he put his tongue to work.  He had obviously eaten a lot of
pussy.  I came in record time, "God, Steve, oh fuck me...fuck me...don't
stop," and I grabbed his head at climax, "uhhhhnnnn."

   "Get on all fours," he said

   I was wet from cumming so his penetration was smooth and began a rhythm
that seemed to excite Abby as much as him.  "Fuck the bitch, Steven!" she
crudely cheered him on as she stroked herself faster.  "Spank her,
Steven!!" He slapped my buttocks, leaving red streaks from his fingers.

   "Fuck my kitty hard and then I want you to cum in my mouth."

   He was crazy excited by this time and virtually jumping into my vagina
as I kept the dirty talk rolling.  "Do you love fucking me, Steve?  I'm
your little fuck doll."

   "Yes, I love fucking my doll."

   Glancing over at Abby, she was getting off big time.  She had completely
taken off her panties and jiggled her clit over and over as she watched her
husband take me.  In addition, there were more than a few voyeurs in the
window enjoying the sight.  One guy was clearly masturbating.  I was having
an amazing time being the fantasy for all these people.

   "Pump me, Steve, make me scream," and when I said that he took up the
intensity another notch.  The bed shook and outside the room I heard the
guy jerking off cum to an audible climax.

   "I'm cumming," he said, and I turned around with my mouth open and my
tongue out waiting for his ejaculate.  I didn't have to wait long as he
released a steady stream of hot cream in my mouth.  I was hardly tidy as
some of it dripped down my chin.  When I did that it drove Steve nuts and
some of the window voyeurs let it be known as well.  I loved it.

   There was one more detail at hand and that was Abby.  I swallowed the
remainder of his cum, Steve backed away and I got down on my knees and
attacked Abby's pussy with a vengeance, working my tongue like a vibrator.
She'd had several orgasms to this point but I wanted this one to be the
most explosive of all and when she came she let out a sound that only
animals make.  Her whole body vibrated.

   After settling up financially, the three of us walked out to the lounge
area and everybody kissed everybody and said our goodbyes.  On the way to
the door, Abby said, "You were unbelievable and we want to come here again
and again to see you.  Can we call ahead and make a reservation with just
you?"

   "Yes", I said, even though I didn't know the actual answer to that
(turns out you could).  Another interesting offshoot of that episode was
that nearly all the voyeurs who watched our fuck fest went to the hostess
asking to reserve time with me.  As you might imagine my cock stock went
soaring after that..

   "One more thing", said Abby, "Next time we come I want to do a three-way
because there were times I wanted to get in there and touch you.  I want to
do you as much as my husband does." She pulled me towards her and french
kissed me.

   Apparently I made an impression.

   ***

   I didn't see David when I went to the dressing room but Ashley was
freshening up and I asked her how it went.  "That husband of yours knows
how to please a woman.  Geez, when it was over I felt like I should pay
him. Hehe."

   "Did he leave?"

   "I think so.  On our way back to the floor we walked by the room where
you were fucking that couple and I think he watched for awhile.  That's
where I left him anyway."

   I took on several more clients before midnight, one of them, an older
guy just wanted to fuck me wearing thick framed glasses he gave me to put
on.  Another couple wanted me to watch them fuck each other.  A young guy
just wanted a pantyless me to sit on his face.  There seemed to be a fetish
for everyone.

   ***

   I got home close to 2am and all was quiet.  I didn't have the energy to
change my clothes so I just camped out in the living room with my feet up.

   I thought David was upstairs in bed but I got a text from him.  'Out
with friends.  Be home soon.'

   Friends?



   The Awakening Of Angie Ch.  08

   'Seeking Sandra' by David.

   In the back of my mind when Angie pushed for our recent 'couples swap'
was the worry that I'd like it, or should I say like it too much.  Ending
up screwing Sandra, Angie's dancer friend from the Pleasure Palace, made
that worry a reality.  I stopped focusing on my jealousy over Angie fucking
her husband, Jeff, and started thinking about my encounter with Sandra and
how much I would enjoy doing that again.  That's precisely where I didn't
want to go.  It set off a chain reaction of progressively more obsessive
thoughts until I was getting into the serious planning stages.

   What I knew Angie was doing, now I was actually planning myself.  I
needed to stop the thoughts but I just couldn't turn them off.  I loved
nailing Sandra at her home and I know she loved it because on our way out
the door she whispered to me, out of earshot of our spouses, "Don't be a
stranger" and slipped her cell phone number into my pants pocket.

   I didn't throw it away.

   It made me wonder, based on her 'swinger' reputation, how many men had
that number?  But I was a guy and guys like to think that they're
singularly special.  One thing I knew for sure that gave me license to
think outside my marriage was that Angie was 'servicing' men's fantasies at
the Pleasure Palace and Delicious so wasn't I entitled?

   I wanted to fuck Sandra again.  Angie had gone out of her way to sell me
on her and now I wanted to buy.  I convinced myself I deserved it although
I had to keep saying that.

   What I had to figure out was where and when.  Angie was gone more often
and it became easier to schedule so I texted Sandra: 'Can't stop thinking
about the other night.  Need to see you again.'

   No response for most of the day and then: 'Need to see you too.  I loved
it.  Gotta go up on stage, more later.'

   I just texted back: 'Let's text when your shift is over.'

   She sent an emoji: ðŸ~~

   Even though it felt like high school I was totally turned on.  I was
also feeling guilty as hell but a little less so every time I thought of
what Angie was doing.  Angie was having her adventure and I guess this was
mine.  I was depressed.  I felt marginalized.  I was lost with where our
marriage had come to, so now I would assuage my hurt feelings by banging
the hell out of Sandra.  This was Angie's co-worker so the ultimate blame
would lie with Angie for putting all of this in motion.

   Around 7pm I got a text from Sandra saying that her husband, Jeff, was
on a guy's night out and could we meet somewhere?  About this time my
hormones were having a party so I suggested a nearby hotel that I had used
for clients.  I called the hotel to set it up and texted her to meet me at
11:00 in room 42.  She texted back a flirty affirmative and we were good to
go.

   On the way over I had that guilty angst again but swallowed it in
anticipation of Sandra.  Soon I'd be drilling that girl and she'd be loving
every minute of it.  I got there 10 minutes ahead of time and, leaving the
door slightly a jar, I stripped down and got in bed.

   In a few minutes I heard a tepid knock on the door:

   "David?  Can I come in?"

   "Come on in, girl," but she wasn't alone.

   Behind her were two unbelievably hot girls.  "Friends of mine.  I hope
you don't mind.  I bragged about you and they had to see for themselves. 
Is it okay?"

   Seriously, I don't know what I said next but it was surely gibberish. 
"Yes!", is the only word I remember saying.  At that point, my dick took
over as the smartest guy in the room.

   "Drinks are in the mini-bar, ladies.  Anything you want, feel free to
take it."

   Sandra wasted no time in pulling down the bedding and going after my
cock.  As if I wasn't already harder than a rock when the hotties walked
by, I was feeling no pain when Sandra went down on me.  Then as each girl
finished fixing themselves a drink they piled onto my cock so it was a
virtual parade of super hot girl's blowjobs.  An amusement park without the
lines.

   Sandra formally introduced me to the girls: Gigi, very petite brunette
with a big rack and a shape to die for.  Nina, lean and blonde and I wanted
to fuck her the minute I set eyes on her.  No, let me revise that, I wanted
to fuck all three of them the moment they came in the room.  It was surreal
that these girls were here.

   But Gigi and Nina, other than the 'thank you' blowjobs, were there to
observe.  Both of them took a chair while Sandra took everything off and
put her pussy right up to my face.  I went after it with my hands cradling
her amazing ass and her hands caressing her own magnificent breasts.

   Then we went 69 and had a mutual dining experience, with the unusual
addition of an audience.  I'd never had sex with a woman in front of other
women.  That might have crossed my fantasy list at some juncture but it was
never a conscious desire until now.  Every so often while I was doing
Sandra I'd sneak a peek at one of them to see their responses and each time
it would make me a little crazier than the time before.  I liked having a
gallery watching me, especially if I was interested in fucking them as
well.

   While I was on top of her and driving my cock Sandra whispered, "I can
tell you want Nina." I nodded in the midst of things.  "She's expensive but
worth it," she cooed in my ear.  Sandra reached out to the side of the bed
and touched Nina's hand and at that signal I realized it was an old
fashioned tag team and Nina was it.  Quickly she stripped down and eased
herself down under my cock as Sandra got off the bed.  Nina took the
athletic approach and gave my dick a workout that took me to the brink more
than once.  We went doggy for awhile but she steered me back to missionary,
as I would find out, for a reason.

   When I looked up again Sandra and Gigi were on the couch, lost in each
other's passion, fingering one another to ecstasy.  Meanwhile, my pussy
radar correctly picked up on Nina from the start.  She was a tigress, a
tease, a master of manipulation.  While my balls slapped away and my cock
banged her little pussy she pulled me close, continually whispering dirty
talk in my ear.  "Fuck me, David!  Fuck me like I'm your horny mistress."
Each time she said more I got closer until I couldn't hold back anymore and
pulled out, spraying my cum across her sweat glistened chest.

   "Finish me," she said, and I went down and did exactly that.  I'd never
had pussy taste that good.  OMG.  And when I felt her cum I went even
harder till she shuddered again.  OMG, this girl was enough for 10 guys.

   As we all laid back and took stock of our handiwork, everyone got
satisfied one way or another and now, to make matters more complicated, I
had a serious jones for Nina.  I had to have her again.

   Sandra took me aside and said that Nina was only charging me $150 and
did I have the cash?  I remembered Sandra saying she was "expensive" but it
never dawned on me that I was buying Nina's services.  I thought it was a
euphemism for something else.  Nothing was ever discussed prior to hooking
up with Sandra and I didn't even know the other girls were coming.  I felt
somewhat setup but, then again, I couldn't disagree with Sandra that she
was "worth it".  I scooped up enough from my wallet and the lobby ATM to
cover the damage then came back to the room to settle up.

   As Sandra and Gigi said goodbye and headed out into the hall I handed
Nina the wad of bills.  I couldn't help asking how she got into the escort
business.  Surprisingly, she said she had never had sex for money before
tonight.  "I just wanted to see what it felt like, putting out for cash. 
Now that I realize that a man is willing to hand me a hundred and fifty
bucks for 20 minutes of me, I'm feeling pretty desirable right now." And
then, laughing playfully, she took the bills and stuffed them down the
front of my pants until she could touch my dick.

   Now I was absolutely insane about seeing her again.  "Could I have your
number?  I'd be crazy not to ask."

   "Sure," she said, writing it on the hotel message pad, "although your
wife might not appreciate me.  I assume you won't mention it when she gets
home from Delicious." Then she and Gigi left the room and I could hear the
two of them giggling down the hallway.

   Sandra put her arms around my neck and planted one.

   "What was that for?" I asked..

   "Well, besides the fact we're half naked and in a hotel room, I'm just
glad to see you taking care of yourself.  I understand where Angie's coming
from but you have to have your life too.  Jeff and I have a pledge to one
another to always keep the sexual pathways open even though we're
emotionally bonded in our marriage."

   "Wow, you guys make that work?"

   "So far.  We put everything on the table so there's no deception."

   "Wait, so Jeff knows you're here fucking me?"

   "Yes"

   "I don't know, Sandra, somewhere along the line everything has passed me
by."

   "Isn't Angie honest with you?"

   "She's trying to be but a lot of times I don't want to hear about it."

   "Then you've got problems.  You love each other, right?"

   "Ya, I thought so."

   "Well then you're gonna have to trust each other and be open.  There's
something I also think you're missing here.  When Jeff fucks another woman
I love to have him tell me about it!  It's such a turn on!"

   "Are you gonna tell him about us?"

   "Hell, yes, he'll love it, especially with Gigi and Nina in the mix.  It
makes him hornier than hell and he fucks me like a wild man."

   "At least he won't come after me with a shotgun..."

   "Say, I've got an idea, let's stop at Delicious and say hi to Angie!"

   "Ahhhhhh, I don't know.  She wasn't all that happy to see me there last
week so..."

   "So, she's got some adjusting to do too.  C'mon it'll be good."

   "I'm sure I'll hate myself later for this."

   We hopped in the the car and set sail for the nearby, Delicious.  The
lot was packed so it was guaranteed to keep Angie busy.  Maybe she wouldn't
even notice us.  We sat in the very back, close to where I sat the week
before.

   A scantily clad server brought our martinis and we settled in for some
people watching.  We just took in all the body language going on and
imagined what the transaction might be about.  It got very silly but we
were laughing and having a blast.  I realized I hadn't laughed like that in
a long time.

   "See that guy in the front there?" she pointed out, "I think I humped
him at the Palace last week.  Asshole tipped me two dollars."

   "That's a terrible story, Sandra, you're easily worth three or four."

   She whacked me on the arm and we both laughed.

   "So you liked Nina, did you?"

   "What are you bringing her up for when I'm with you?"

   "Remember, full disclosure..."

   "Yes, I liked her."

   "She's got a particularly tight pussy."

   "How'd you know that?"

   "Jeff told me."

   "Oh"

   "Now you're getting that morose tone in your voice again.  What?  Did
you think Nina's sitting at home waiting only for you?"

   "I don't know..."

   "Okay, let's play a game.  There are lots of hot girls in this club. 
I'll pick one out and you tell me what sex act you think they do best and
I'll tell you if you're right."

   "How would you know that?"

   "I just do...trust me."

   "Okay"

   "See the cute little blonde over there with the small tits?" she asked
like a game show host, "What's her best skill?"

   "Ahhhh, I'm going...blowjob."

   "Close...it's Cowgirl and reverse Cowgirl."

   "Wait, how do you know that?"

   "Believe me, I know, now just play the game!  See the curvy brunette
standing over there by the two guys?"

   "Ahhhhh, I think it's doggy."

   "Hey!  That's right!"

   "I have to confess I cheated a little."

   "Whaddya mean?"

   "When I was here last week, Angie sent her to my table to fuck me.  Her
name is Ashley and she had that nice ass that you just wanna bang."

   I didn't see her right away but coming up behind Sandra was Angie.  She
put her hands on Sandra's shoulders and said, "Hi you guys!  So what brings
you two here...together?"

   Right about the moment we'd have to respond to that question, the floor
manager showed up and said, "There's a four top that's begging for time
with you.  They...have...money, and they only want you."

   "Your reputation precedes you, "I said.

   She left without a word.

   Sandra and I entertained the idea of a three-way with a Delicious
sexpot, Britney, but ultimately just finished our drinks and Sandra got up
to go home.  Before she left we decided to make Wednesdays our regular play
date.  Angie was at Delicious, Jeff was with the boys, and my dick would be
in Sandra.

   A few minutes after she'd gone I was on the way out as well when I heard
the club announcer, "May I direct your attention to the main stage.  Every
evening we like to get this club a little hotter than it already is. 
Tonight, Jumbo John is back on our stage (applause).  He's built like an
Adonis, has a huuuuuge dick and he's looking for one of the Delicious girls
to fuck so let's see which of our lucky girls gets the call...It's our new
addition, Jazzzzzzzzzmine," (lots of applause)

   I sat back down in a daze.  Ignoring my normal instinct to run, I had to
stay and watch.

   As the lights came down and the sexy music started a completely nude
Angie went down on Jumbo Jim.  She had to hold his cock with two hands...I
didn't remember much after that.  All I remember was the announcer's
running commentary as Angie was taken by Jumbo.

   "Oooooo, that tree trunk of Jumbo John's is stretching Jazmine's pussy
to the limit!" said the enthusiastic announcer.  "Listen to her yell as he
fills her up!  Look fun, guys?  While Jumbo is putting it to her let me
remind you folks that the lovely Jazmine is available tonight for your own
personal use --"